Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Doors,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.